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SONGS OF SCOTLAND.
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free : Gang down the burn,
Da - vie, love, And
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I will fol - low thee.
When trees did "bud, and fields were green,
And broom blooni'd fair to see ;
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laugh'd in her e'e ;
Blithe Davie's blinks her heart did move
To speak her mind thus free :
Gang down the bum, Davie, love,
And I will follow thee.
Now Davie did each lad surpass
That dwelt on this burnside ;
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
Just meet to be a bride :
Her cheeks were rosie, red and white ;
Her een were bonnie blue ;
Her looks were like the morning bright,
Her lips like dropping dew.
As down the burn they took their way,
And through the flow'ry dale ;
His cheek to hers he aft did lay,
And love was aye the tale.
With, Mary, when shall we return,
Sic pleasure to renew 1
Quoth Mary, Love, I bike the burn,
And aye will follow you. 1
1 Bums was informed that the air of this song was composed by David
Maigh, who, in his time, had been keeper of the blood-hounds to the
Laird of Eiddel, in Roxburghshire.

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